Based on a true story…

I was feeling kind of down several months ago. Just kind of chillin’ in my bedroom, not doing anything, not going anywhere. Not really moving at all.


But the longer I sat there, the more I started to realize that my life sucked. And I started thinking about all the people that were bugging me. And I started thinking about all the people who weren’t there for me. And I started thinking that I didn’t have any real friends.


Then I looked at the clock and realized the day was almost over. And I wanted to crawl under my blanket and just sleep until the next day, but the longer I stayed there, and the further the clock progressed, the more angry and upset I got that I was alone.


So, I got up. I showered. And, with about an hour left, I went out to find some real friends.


But first, I got on my phone and I texted all of my lame friends just to make sure they were really lame. They were.


That just made me more depressed, so the first place I went to find friends was my favorite bar. Everyone was always so friendly to each other there.

I sat down at the bar and watched karaoke for a while. All around me, people were being so nice, and friendly, and awesome. Just not to me.


The longer I sat there, the more depressed I got. Not a single person came and said hi. I was dumb. My idea was dumb. I wasn’t going to find a friend here.

So, after a while I went home. Still unable to find any real friends.

And the next day I went to the supermarket. People are always telling me they meet people at supermarkets. But they were dumb. The idea was dumb. Nobody said hi.


So the next day I went to a party that a friend of a friend sent out some major invite to. I needed to get out of this funk and a party would be the perfect place to meet people. But it was dumb. The idea was dumb. People only cared about the people they already knew, and I didn’t know anyone, so I didn’t make any real friends there, either.


And I went home, got in bed, looked at my texts. No texts. It was the same as when I left it. I looked at my call log. No missed calls. My friends weren’t really friends at all.



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Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he's most known for, with more than 2 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It's an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!